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Isn't life strange
A turn of the page
Can read like before
Can we ask for more?
Each day passes by
How hard will man try?
The sea will not wait
You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry-
Wished I could be in your heart
To be one with your love
Wished I could be in your eyes
Looking back there you were, and here we are
Isn't life strange
A word we arrange
With no thought or care
Maker of despair
Each breath that we breathe
With love me must weave
To make us as one
Isn't life strange
A turn of a page
A book without light
Unless with love we write
To throw it away
To lose just a day
The quicksand of time
